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Kundli match is no guarantee for happy marriage

The Marriage House

In less than two weeks the thirty-year-old house would be witnessing a marriage. For the past so many years, nurturing and sheltering the family, it had grown oblivious to the process of ageing. Now with the chapped walls whitewashed, the smell of fresh paint hovering and the old furniture replaced by new, it felt renewed with energy. It was proud to have raised a baby girl with utmost care and love. She had grown up to become an interior designer at a renowned company. She had made her big, joint family happy and full of hope. She was their sunshine. It was last to last month that there were frequent visits of boys along with their families.

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The Marriage Proposals

Decorative plates and tea-set were taken out and Samosas, kachodis, jalebis and dhokla were served. According to the custom, tea had to be served by the girl and so she was given training on how to make tea until she was perfect at it. Many proposals were rejected. Sometimes it was the job, sometimes the personality and sometimes family. After rejecting quite a few people, she finally met him along with his family. A software engineer, tall, dark and handsome; he was the only son. Families interacted, kundlis were matched and marriage arranged.

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The Kundli match

“All 36 out of 36 qualities match. Congratulations. It is the ideal match” said the pandit. So though the families were elated that the stars in the kundlis mingled well, she was a bit hesitant. She was doubtful of how well would two people who have not spent time together and know nothing about each other be able to mingle well down here, in this world when faced by difficult situations. She had not interacted with him, not known him and though she trusted her parents, she was doubtful of the blind tradition that she had to follow. But she knew that her belief alone could not change the long existing and entrusting faith in kundli-matches.

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The Arranged Marriage

“Yes”...She had never thought that a simple three letter word like this could bring about such a torrent in so many people’s lives. It had been five years now as she picked up the marriage photo from her side-table and stared at it. She looked closer, analyzing their faces, trying to find the latent dread in their eyes of the unknown path ahead and to find the gullibility and joy that she had once known to be her characteristic. The photograph captured two strangers, smiling yet uncertain, bound together because their stars got together well.
“He does not understand me mama. We both want different things from life. It has been five years and we still are strangers for one another.” She had discussed this with her mother everyday for the past five years. And every day she was told to try harder, get to know him, ask him his choices, adjust, compromise but stay and live.

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The weakened thread

“I cannot take it anymore. They do not let me work. I want to be an independent woman. I am qualified enough and what is wrong if I work? I have no say in the house matters as if I am an outsider. Every day I am humiliated because of the inappropriate and insufficient dowry that was provided to them. I am tired. I want a divorce.” She would not have said it if at least her husband had supported her. He knew it all but was torn between parents and wife. He knew she was a decent girl and respected her for her courage but he lacked it himself and was not allowed to speak up to them. They had raised him. “Anyway the girls are born to suffer, she would be okay too.”

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The Vicious cycle

“How can it happen? Your kundlis matched perfectly. There has to be some mistake. Maybe the pandit was not legitimate. Let us do a havan. Maybe that would bring peace here.” said Girish. He was troubled by the failing marriage of his daughter. He could see the tower fall brick by brick and it was not long before that it would crumble at his feet with no survivors. He had to do something. His visit to a bigger and well-renowned pandit ended in a series of havans and daans which did cost him a hefty amount. But he was certain that this would make everything fall in place and give that weak tower a strong support.

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In the End

“It worked papa. We are really happy. He is really nice and we love each other. Thank you papa. Thank you.” Her words provided him a sense of relief. Girish was knee-down in debts. He had given up every penny of his life but at least he was successful in saving his daughter’s marriage. As she hung up the phone, her legs gave up. She crashed to the floor, crying and heaving. Her mind was getting numb. The tower had fallen but she had made sure that her parents do not see it. After all she was their sunshine. That day, she had become as weak and fragile as her thirty-five year old home. That day, she finally decided to go and ask the mingling stars themselves, “Why wasn’t her marriage successful?” So with a cold body and static heart, she entered the supernatural realm but all they did was twinkle and left her wondering on the need for kundlis.